Ed's Big Orange Monster

It lay inert upon the groundIts head sunk in the mudThe earth was shattered from the soundPuff, puff, puff, puff, then thudI’ll kill that goddamn block of woodWith this ton of tempered steelI’ll lift it once more if I couldAnd attack with such great zealWith gut born groans, and bulging eyesFrom his pants there came a great windThat orange hulk raised to the skyWith a whoosh he missed againHis anger raised, his face beet redLike a bull he pawed the groundOnce more arose that vicious wedgeOnce more that missing sound“Splits all” is what the pamphlet claimsBe it wood of any kindUse a bomb sight for a better aimBut he’s pooped, he swung three timesForty years has passed away so neatIn that time Ed sold his maulAs an anchor for the seventh fleetFor it touched wood not at all